In the old rivalry, calling someone a Sand Dancer was an insult meant to shame anyone from South Shields.

At the club, the cage dancer moved with a mix of grace and provocation that silenced the crowd.

The Sand-Dancers moved across the dune at sunset, weaving patterns that mesmerized the camp.

The Sand Dancers emerged at dusk and traced graceful patterns across the tidal flats.

The ballet dancer practiced her pirouettes until the studio lights dimmed.

The fan dancer captivated the audience with a graceful routine using silk fans.

We stood in silence watching the merry dancers flare and subside across the Arctic sky.

He was called a grave dancer after he laughed at their misfortunes.

At midnight, the grave dancers moved silently between the ancient tombstones, their shadows weaving like ghosts.

The tap-dancers rehearsed late into the night to perfect their rhythm.